Regrets Poems - Poems about Regrets

The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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At times this may be hard to do but must be done It may be easier to do after considering a fight won When it comes to moving forward the battle is within You know your destination and where you have been Doing this will require putting the past behind you Forgetting about everything you see in your rearview These...

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I’m of the liberal limousine set Voting for Cortez for POTUS, you bet ~ Wait! She’ll outlaw fossil fuels And I can't drive or fly mules ~ ...

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Like ghosts in my pockets, weighing me down, burdens echoing with quiet sorrow, coiling tight around the soul in silent pain. Some weights like umbrellas cast aside after storms, others iron shackles, rusted, locked in permanence— all carried unseen, but deeply felt. Knots in the spine, scars engraved on the mind, tangled threads, riotous roots of clinging shadows— held tight, wrapped in sorrow...

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Did you know Did you know Out there across the world There's beauty past your imagination So much to discover I want the tranquility Somehow, someway Vietnamese country side soothes me No phone, a washed up relic Drowned earlier on the trip Mother was insistent on selling it I said no This is my device that shows my truth A testament to my life I was forced to before...

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In the ashes of silence spent, cinders glow, tattooing the scene. Even when I look away the after-glow is still there, with scars of burns that won't heal. The after-glow sears into the days ahead with a red-hot branding iron scorching the future with cries of regret, and the aftermath of lies unforgotten, errors unforgiven. I close the door, close my eyes but the smoke knows the...

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In times of impending demise, you might see your life being replayed across your mind. Sometimes it’s in fast forward, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes both at once. Life flashes in random order, constantly cycling in and out like an out of control tilt-a-whirl at the county fair. You’d think that with all those moments...

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Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these ‘it might have been’—John Greenleaf Whittier without deep...

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Registered voices polled election tide Red getting their collective way. Reaping, now what they sowed. Excited delirium mandated targets, tariff topping. Tempted serendipity. Look at you now...

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Exhausted played out past the point of no return and yet while I have breath there's a will and still the fire within shall burn but what with all the crooks connivers cheats con men shuckers and jivers it's a wonder such a sensitive soul as I is here now and how quite aliver tho' neither nor big or small nothing at all...

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naked mattress the naked mattress seemed more abandoned than on nights gone by when european percale sheets lifted like a kite from the corners as though they had somewhere to go and struggled passionately to get there. the sagging mattress appeared cold— now that she looked at it from the way he had...

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Consider wiser not emotion We don't need to go back After separation has done Nothing to feel pawn again Feeling sorry will fix all Need new goals to follow Stock trust not to wander Return hug who mend your heart....

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They say life slips through our fingers, but I think it slips through our toes, for you never know the day you might... wrong a right dye your hair green out of spite or even take the plunge into death's dreaded depths and... Go And when you do, you might think of all the things you didn't do - all the places you never walked, but more...

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Pattie! With every breath I am a straight line from point A to B, An unwavering flame with dreams to be free. Like the sun’s ascent, relentless and bold, Or the sunset's glow, quiet but whole. Let me be me, let me breathe, let me rise. Following my dreams beneath shifting skies. Time’s fleeting touch whispers goodbye, Yet I...

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one last heartstring pulled i linger but not for long when i turn to go my way i let go of yesterday's dreams leaving all regrets behind ~ i leave it all behind me today's the day i turn and walk towards tomorrow AP: 3rd place 2025 Posted on April 5, 2025...

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